Yeah, what the hell you know about the Rydas? Black
trucks and hoods (*##$!! %#@!, you better check that,
hell...


Yo! I'm a killa
Cap peela

Other (*##$es is wack, but Rydas are for rilla
Gimme all your skrilla
Your keys to your ride

Tell your (*##$ to leave her purse with the wallet inside
Ain't no frontin'
When Cell Block starts dumpin'

Through your neighborhood our black trucks be bumpin'
Watch your mouth, peep game, and learn somethin'
^!$$%, check nuts, 'cause I'm killin' ova nuttin'


Now I be ridin' with my shotty
A fifth of Bicardi

My nose snotty
In the party
Intentions to levitate her body

Give a $#&@ who he with or who he know
Let the barrel blow
Or a quarrel know

Over somethin' that he borrowed, no
Do the math
On the warpath

Makin' predictions to the body count
I even blast a hotty now
Sprayin' couples 'cause I loved you

So $#&@ you
I don't gang bang 'cause I'm strugglin'
Bee-yatch!! Yo I'm a killa ova nuttin'


Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' motha$#&@as up over anything!

Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!

Wettin' motha$#&@as up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!


Now I knew this (*##$, yo, she used to love me
Buffin' on my pickle, peace, everything was lovely

Forties and Swishers delivered to my doorstep
Early in the mornin', neden on my woodpeck
Livin' lavish, every call beckoned on

I'm the big Full Clip and (*##$es all pause, anyway, with no reason for drama

I killed that mutha$#&@in' (*##$ and her mama


Still doin' drive-bys and leavin' hoes for dead
Mislead

Is what my homeboy said
I ain't no (*##$ hoe, end your life on G.P.
With ya whole family

On the lawn staring at me
And I could could give a $#&@, get to lookin' at my gat
Get to feindin' like a basehead, to leave you hoes flat

Two-Gats got my back
Killa ova nuttin', that's a fact
Get out my face or get it slapped, (*##$


Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' motha$#&@as up over anything!

Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!

Wettin' motha$#&@as up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!


I was born with the biggest chip on my shoulder
I killed little kids and took they strollers

I'm older, tie you up instead
And blow red lettuce out the side of your head
(pa-tow!!)
You could die any minute
Turn your back, and get a hollow point slug in it

You bit it
Over nuttin' at all
Now they serve peanuts out your skull
At barbecues


I been wonderin' what the $#&@ you been lookin' at
You know it ain't no thang for me to get my gat
And blow holes in your frame till you look like an afgan
Body collapsed, soul fly like Peter Pan
Lil' Shank from the hood, raised in bad ways

Peel your $#&@in' cap 'cause I'm havin' a bad day
Hey, you can be a thug if you want to
But I'ma be a Ryda (*##$, so $#&@ you!

Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!

Wettin' motha$#&@as up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!
Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!
Killa ova nuttin', a Ryda ain't ashamed!
Wettin' motha$#&@as up over anything!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Gun em' down, baby down!

Dumpin' from the east to the westside of town!